On the wide dirt road, a long and continuous motorcade moved forward slowly.

The dirt road is full of potholes, and the speed of the car can be imagined.

But after all, mechanized transportation still has great advantages over walking.

In the evening, the convoy stopped at the roadside for repairs.

"Your Majesty Major!"

"How far is it from Heshun?"

A Japanese major with a command knife in his hand asked in a deep voice while eating, his face serious and intimidating.

The lieutenant next to him immediately took out the map, spread it in front of the Japanese major, and said respectfully: "According to our speed, we should be here now. We are still twenty kilometers away from Heshun. We should be able to reach Heshun within an hour.

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The Japanese major raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said: "It's five-twenty now. Please tell me to rest for twenty minutes. We must arrive at Heshun before six-thirty."

"Yes, Your Majesty Major!"

"Your Excellency Major, the latest telegram." Another lieutenant hurried over with a telegram.

"Where's the telegram?"

"It's General Takeuchi of Nantianmen!"

This Japanese major was none other than Yamamoto Jiro, the captain of the Yamamoto Battalion in charge of encircling and suppressing the guerrillas.

Although Jiro Yamamoto's military rank is only Major, the Yamamoto family he belongs to is also a very powerful first-class family in the Japanese military, with huge power.

"Within three days, five of our army's strongholds were captured and five of our army's squads were annihilated..."

"snort!"

"waste!"

"They are all a bunch of trash!"

"To be beaten like this by a small guerrilla group, he is as useless as that guy Sakata."

The Bantian mentioned by Jiro Yamamoto was the one who was ambushed by Wang Zhong at the entrance of the ancient road last time. Wang Zhong used guerrilla tactics to drag him away. A brigade chased a regiment out of the front, and even abandoned their heavy weapons as an advantage.

and the advantages of mechanized troops, finally gave the guerrillas led by Wang Zhong an opportunity to use flexible tactics and tactics to completely defeat the entire Sakata brigade.

It truly achieved victory over more with less and brought the essence of guerrilla warfare to its extreme.

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On the other side, in the mountain forest ten miles away from Heshun, Wang Zhong led the guerrilla fighters to crawl on both sides of the mountain road.

"Captain, how do you know that the Japs will definitely pass through here?" Li Hu, who was lying next to Wang Zhong, asked curiously.

"You idiot, just ask these questions. This is the only road into Heshun. The Japanese are mechanical troops. If they don't go here, where will they go?"

Kaname next to him said angrily.

Li Hu rubbed his head and said with a naive smile: "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"

Wang Zhong's face was very serious, his eyes were shining, and he did not stop the banter among the few, because he knew in his heart that the upcoming battle would definitely be the most difficult one they had faced since they first went to Myanmar to fight.

of a battle.

What they faced was a modern integrated mechanical Japanese army brigade.

"No, how is the situation over there in Heshun?" Wang Zhong asked again.

Bula said: "We started evacuating in the morning, and now we have almost finished leaving."

The king nodded and said: "Tell the brothers to act according to the plan, don't be reluctant to fight, and leave as soon as the fight is over."

"Don't worry, everything has been explained clearly!" Bula nodded in response.

Wang Zhong didn't say anything else, he only looked at the winding road like a snake path with a faint gaze.

Half an hour later, the roar of a car reached Wang Chong's ears.

"Coming!"

Wang Zhong immediately came back from his meditation.

"Notice down, the whole army is on alert."

Wang Zhong's spirit also became tense.

After several days of fighting, although the guerrillas suffered a considerable reduction in numbers, their numbers did not decrease, but increased to more than two hundred.

After destroying five Japanese strongholds in several days, Wang Zhong was not idle. He recruited those passionate young people who were determined to resist Japan into his troops. In just a few days, he doubled the number of troops.

However, such large-scale recruitment has brought about a rapid decline in the quality of the soldiers.

Fortunately, after several days of fighting, the original recruits already have some potential as veterans. In addition, the original commando team members serve as squad platoon leaders, so they can barely handle it.

As for weapons.

Wang Zhong had previously led the guerrillas to attack cities and destroy the Japanese strongholds in order to obtain the heavy weapons of the Japanese in the strongholds.

Four pheasant necks, which were Nissan heavy machine guns, six light machine guns, and five mortars previously captured at the ancient road entrance, three of which were transferred over by Wang Zhong.

Although there are only 200 people in the team, except for cars, the weapons and equipment are comparable to that of a Japanese army brigade.

But once this ambush begins, it means that the guerrillas gave up their most advantageous mobility and chose to confront the Japs head-on. This choice is not the best choice for the current guerrillas.

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But for the entire future war situation on the West Bank, as long as this battle can be won, it means that the guerrillas have completely established a foothold behind enemy lines on the West Bank occupied by the Japanese army.

Pulling the bolt of the gun and carefully checking the bullets in the gun, Wang glanced at the other end of the road subconsciously.

Bu La and Yao Ma immediately went down to deliver Wang Zhong's order. Doubian, the boy, sent a signal to Cui Yong and others on the opposite side.

Five minutes later, the roar of the car fell into everyone's ears.

A military-green truck, with Japanese plaster flags on both sides of the front, swayed over the uneven road and slowly drove in a gentle direction along the bumpy dirt road.

"That's not right!" Before Wang Zhong could speak, Bu La next to him took the lead and said, "Why are there only four cars?"

"Don't you mean there are at least a thousand people, a Japanese army?"

Kaname who was next to him said helpfully: "This is just a Japanese squadron at most."

Wang Zhong's eyes flickered as he looked at the four trucks below and said solemnly: "Now we are on the verge of an arrow. No matter what, we can only fight hard."

Wang Zhong used his binoculars to hurriedly scan the cabs and passenger seats of the four vehicles, and did not see any high-ranking Japanese generals. But as Wang Zhong said, now they were on the verge of an attack and had no choice but to take action.

As he spoke, Cao Lin pulled the bolt of the gun, loaded the gun, and aimed the gun at the driver of the first car.

"As the notice continues, heavy machine guns are not allowed to be used, and light machine guns and rifles are ready."

"It's not spicy. You take a platoon of people and go around the mountain behind and to the top of the next mountain..."

"yes!"

Bu La immediately picked up his gun and exited the fortification, leading a row of people to the car behind him.

Less than two minutes after Bu La left, gunfire rang out and the driver of the first car fell down.

That is to say, the logs rolled down from both sides, completely blocking the road in the middle in an instant.

In an instant, gunshots rang out on both sides of the road.

Six light machine guns opened fire at the same time, and more than a hundred rifles fired at the same time. In an instant, the drivers and co-pilots of the four vehicles were beaten into pieces.

But no one was seen jumping down from the carriage to fight back.

At this moment, a whining sound suddenly sounded.

"It's an enemy grenade!"

"Lie down quickly."

Wang Zhong shouted loudly and immediately fell to the ground.

'Boom boom boom boom!'

There were roars one after another, and the dirt slopes on both sides of the road were washed away by Japanese mortars in an instant.

Some unlucky soldiers were directly hit by artillery shells and were blown up on the spot, with their hands and feet blown off.

Fortunately, the veterans played an important role that cannot be ignored. They immediately ordered the recruits beside them to occupy bunkers and lie down to reduce the impact damage caused by the explosion.

But there were still many unlucky guys who were directly hit by artillery shells.

In just a few minutes, the ambush positions on both sides were completely disrupted.

"Damn it!"

Mi Long cursed and pulled his head out of the soil, "This devil is too sinister."

Next to him was a miserable Kaima. Kaname was not very lucky. A cannonball exploded directly next to him, breaking off one of his hands. Half of his face was also disfigured, and he fainted.

"Sichuan guy!"
To be continued...